All Fools Day
Wednesday April 1 My Downs brother played the same trick on my mother every year. 'Mam mae defaid yn yr ardd'. Mam, there are sheep in the garden. Without fail, she would exclaim to high heaven and rush to the front door. Either she was a very good actress or had a poor memory. The former I think. For the first time ever, I didn't even try today. I can usually fool Pam. I was too busy trying to see birds. We were out for eight and a half hours - and very tired when we got home. I just had to sit down, Pam had chores to do. We'd lessened the prep for an evening meal by stopping at Thorpe Market chippy, I don't know how they do it, but the food is never greasy. We did well on the journey west, seeing over thirty birds by the time we got to Abbey Farm. Will we ever see Little Owl there again? The highlight was six Red Kites lifting from trees along the back lane, circling upwards above us. Always silhouettes unfortunately. Snettisham was even more devoid of birds th...